The Frogs and the Battle of the Bulls

The Frogs and the Battle of the Bulls

 One bright morning, as the sun rose high in the sky, a small green frog sat on a smooth rock

near the edge of a pond. The air was fresh, and the water sparkled under the sunlight. Birds

chirped in the trees, and insects buzzed lazily around the marshy grass. Everything seemed

peaceful, and the frog was enjoying the quiet morning. She stretched her little legs, blinked her

big round eyes, and let out a soft croak.

Just then, a loud noise made her jump. She turned her head and saw dust rising in the distance.

She squinted her eyes and saw two big, strong bulls locking horns in a fierce battle. They

pushed and shoved each other, kicking up dirt as they struggled for power. Their loud snorts

and the sound of their hooves pounding the ground sent a shiver down the little frog's back.

"Oh no! This is terrible!" the frog croaked in alarm. Her voice trembled with fear as she

watched the mighty bulls clash with all their strength.

Another frog, who had been resting under a shady leaf, heard her distress and hopped over.

"Why are you so worried?" he asked. "The bulls are far away in the meadow. They are fighting

over their herd, but that has nothing to do with us. We are just little frogs living in the marsh.

Their battle will not affect us."

The first frog shook her head and sighed. "You do not understand, my friend. This battle may

seem far away now, but it will not stay that way for long. One of those bulls will lose. When

he does, he will be forced to leave the meadow. And where will he go? He will come here,

looking for a quiet place to hide. And when he does, he will bring trouble with him. His heavy

hooves will crush our soft, wet marshland. He will trample our homes. He will not see us, and

we will be crushed beneath his feet!"

The second frog tilted his head, thinking about what she had said. "But how do you know this

will happen? Maybe the losing bull will find another meadow. Maybe he will go in a different

direction."

The first frog let out a deep sigh. "Maybe. But more often than not, when the powerful fight, it

is the weak who suffer. We are small. We have no strength against these mighty creatures.

Their battle may seem like their own problem, but we will feel the effects of it. We must always

pay attention to what happens around us, even if it seems far away."

Just then, a loud bellow echoed through the air. One of the bulls, weaker and exhausted, was

beginning to lose the fight. His legs trembled, and his body was covered in sweat. With one

final push, the stronger bull sent him stumbling backward. The defeated bull gave a sorrowful

cry before turning to run. He did not look back. He did not think about where he was going.

He only wanted to escape the meadow and find a place to rest.

The frogs watched in silence as the defeated bull ran toward them, his heavy hooves pounding

the ground. The marsh trembled under his weight. The first frog quickly leaped off her rock

and into the water. "Quick! We must hide! He is coming this way!"

The second frog, now realizing the truth of her words, followed her into the water. Other frogs,

who had been resting on the reeds and lily pads, saw what was happening and jumped into the

pond as well. Just in time, they disappeared beneath the water as the exhausted bull crashed

into the marsh.

The ground shook as he stomped around, trying to find a safe place to rest. He trampled the tall

grass and crushed the delicate flowers. His huge body sank slightly into the muddy ground, but

he did not notice the small creatures hiding below. He let out a heavy sigh and lowered himself

to the ground, causing another deep tremor in the marsh.

The frogs waited patiently, their little heads just above the water, watching as the bull settled

down. "We are safe for now," the first frog whispered. "But do you see now? The troubles of

the powerful always reach the weak. Their fight may not have been ours, but we are the ones

suffering because of it."

The second frog nodded solemnly. "You were right. We must always be careful and aware of

the dangers that may come our way, even if they seem distant at first."

As the day passed, the defeated bull rested in the marsh, unaware of the small lives he had

disturbed. The frogs stayed hidden, waiting for the right moment to return to their peaceful

home. And from that day on, they never ignored the troubles of the powerful again.